I have a vivid memory. I was around 3 or 4 & went to a night class at church. (I'm not sure but I think it was a special service that my parents went ta, 'cause all of the teachers were unknown ta me & the room was also unfamiliar.) We were given glass jars with cream in 'em. I shook that jar till my arm was so sore. When I got it finished I got ta eat it. It was not what I expected but good. I know now that I expected salted butter but it was sweet butter.
PS That is an awsome sculpture!
PSS My DM (age 69, not all that old) Hand quilts on a quilting frame that hangs from the celing. She has pulley's hooked on the cealing & lets the frame down ta quilt & raises it up ta watch TV.
Last edited by dublb; 04-24-2012 at 04:51 PM.